What kind of horrible disease is this that gives us hope one minute and to dash it down shortly after. Blob and Braith, particularly the latter, made me think they'd beaten the illness. This was at 20 past 8 this morning, at 10 John found them dead, Braith's body already stiff. We're devastated. These are the last pictures of the last two casualties; the first photo is from yesterday afternoon.
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